Intro
F#m - E - D - E
[Verse 1]
F#m E
These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
D E
whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
F#m G#
Like whatever they say has no bearing
A B
It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
F#m E
to see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
D E
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
F#m G#
He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
A B
when he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out
F#m E
Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
D E
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
F#m G#
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back
A B
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
F#m E
He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
D E
His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
F#m G#
and broke his nose, his house is a broken home
A B
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go
[Chorus: Eminem]
F#m
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
E
Sing for the year (Sing it)
D E
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
F#m G#
Sing it with me, just for today
D E C#
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
[Verse 2]
F#m E
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters
D E
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
F#m G#
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie
A B
Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me
F#m E
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
D E
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
F#m G#
or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate
A B
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
F#m E
like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
D E
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
F#m G#
From standin on corners and porches just rappin
A B
to havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
F#m E
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
D E
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
F#m G#
to get they hands on every dime you have
A B
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
F#m E
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
D E
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
F#m G#
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
A B
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
F#m E
But all they kids be listenin to me religiously
D E
So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me
F#m G#
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
A B
If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B!
F#m E
It's all political, if my music is literal
D E
and I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
F#m G#
I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to
A B
You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!
[Chorus: Eminem]
F#m
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
E
Sing for the year (Sing it)
D E
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
F#m G#
Sing it with me, just for today
D E C#
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
[Verse 3]
F#m E
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
D E
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
F#m G#
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude
A B
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
F#m E
See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols
D E
and they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool
F#m G#
Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves
A B
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales
F#m E
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
D E
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
F#m G#
It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin
A B
to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
F#m E
That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing
D E
except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine
F#m G#
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
A B
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
F#m E
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
D E
'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die
F#m G#
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
A B
We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes
F#m E
That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
D E
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
F#m G#
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits
A B
live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...
[Chorus: Eminem]
F#m
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
E
Sing for the year (Sing it)
D E
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
F#m G#
Sing it with me, just for today
D E C#
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
[Chorus: Eminem]
F#m
Sing with me (Sing!)
E
Sing for the year (Sing it)
D E
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
F#m G#
Sing it with me, just for today
D E C#
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
[Solo/ outro]
F#m - E - D - E
F#m - G# - A - B
F#m - E - D - E
F#m - G# - A - B - B
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